Quotes About Loss

As per one record, over 5000 retail investors and marginal traders had committed suicides in 2008 stock market crash. And then real estate market has slumped as many properties were attached of stock market losers. The same story seems to be unfolding in 2022 as capital market continue to fall

Dalal D-Street is dooming with each day passing in current year 2022 as stock market is crashing for past 10 months and demat account number is fast reducing much more than what official figure is showing

brief encounter with having less, to honor the people losing more.

Grief is not a pleasure, but it makes me remember, and I am grateful.

You had a certain way of saying my name. It was the inflection maybe, something you put into those three syllables. And now you are gone and my name is just my name again, not the story of my life.

It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.

Divorce is a death. It is the death of a relationship. It is the death of your dreams. You have to start all over.

When you win, you often lose, that's just a fact. There's no currency to straighten a warped spirit, or open a closed heart, a selfish heart...

She had always assumed that she would have years to sort out the meaning of life... As she bent over the child she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled.

When you win, you often lose, that's just a fact.

And as for my father? No, he wouldn't ever walk through those gates; I now knew that. Whatever Thomas Stone had, wherever he was at this moment, he had no idea what he'd given up in the exchange.

the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled

Easiest thing in the world is to love a dying man.

As she bent over the child she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled.

she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled.

There is a point when grief exceeds the human capacity to emote, and as a result one is strangely composed—she had reached that point.

When you win, you often lose, that's just the fact.

As she bent over the child she realized that the tragedy of death had to do entirely with what was left unfulfilled. She

God only knows why miscarriages happen. God only knows—but doesn't choose to explain.

His mother's soul has been dead for years and her body has now followed.

Why was it one had to leave something, or have it taken away, to really appreciate it? But tonight, she's the storyteller, because he's hungry to hear every detail of her medical world, bringing his curiosity like a moth to anything that shines of new knowledge.

These everyday, unremarkable noises of her youth are now, with the passing of her cherished loved ones, an ode to memory, bearing the past into the present. It is the hour for gracious ghosts.

What if, instead of carrying a child, I am supposed to carry grief?

Isn't it funny? How the cold numbs everything but grief. If we could light up the room with pain, we'd be such a glorious fire.